Depression And My Depression

My depression was so bad that there were many times that I would cry in my husband’s arms for no real reason at all. I felt safe there and he would just listen to me and hold me. I wasn’t sleeping at night, my mind was racing, it wouldn’t shut down, so I could sleep. I knew I needed help and I saw my doctor. She already knew about everything with our daughter, told her some things from my childhood and the things that our daughter’s friend had been going through and she agreed that it all probably

daily life then it becomes a problem. Depression is a common and serious medical condition that affects people from all walks of live regardless of gender, age, or ethnic background.  It affects the persons thoughts, feelings and body, however some forms of depression are more severe than others. The person affected by depression tends to have these feelings that could last weeks, months and even years, the person tends to lose hope and the will to live.  Depression affects men, woman, and children.

that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions at the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous

You broke me. You left me exposed. You only care about your own Depression. My depression reflects yours because I hate to see you hurt. But, you’re putting it on yourself. If it were me, I’d let it be. If you invest in me, in us, your depression will naturally resolve itself. It’s always been about what’s best for you. What’s best for me? To be supported, to be loved. With your support, I wouldn't have such self-doubts or be so self-conscious. Did you ever think that maybe I want your attention

My depression is not YOUR depression. Your thoughts are not the same as MY thoughts. Your behavior has nothing to do with MY behavior. Your body does not feel the same as MY body. YOUR solution to the problem is yours not mine, nothing works the same way for everyone. You have no clue what I go through, the emotions that drown me, they may share the same label or name but they are not the same. You speak to me as if you know? What do you know? You only know your own experience, thoughts, moods and

person. I never really quite fit in and by trying to push myself to be a xerox copy, I developed severe depression. Throughout my childhood, I suffered bullying and judgement by my peers. I knew that I had a serious problem by eighth grade, but did not seek professional help until eleventh grade when I was diagnosed with chronic depression. However, throughout my years of mental suffering, my creativity and ability to learn myself flourished. I started making art in tenth grade, after a long creative

going to succeed in all of my assignments, wake up with determination, and not make bad choices. I felt ready for the long hours of writing papers, finishing homework, and studying for exams. After the first semester, I realized that things are easier being said than done. Before long, assignments were piling up, due dates were near, and my stress levels were out the roof. The cause that led to my downfall in college was none other than depression. My depression has affected my academic life by causing

Anxiety. Tears. Most of my high school career revolved around these feelings. Feelings of emptiness. Feelings of hopelessness. Often, feelings are inaccurate; they are just lies that we believe about ourselves. Many feelings that we feel are not the truth that God tells us; they are simply lies Satan wants us to believe. God tells us that He is always with us. He loves us. He has the best plan for us. However, remembering these truths, in the midst of such struggles, is hard. My struggle with anxiety

This assignment was very interesting. I have never had to do something so emotional in my life. On my list, were some of the most important things, people, and places in my life. Therefore, it was very hard to cross these things off of my list. The first three things in which, I had to cross off were, God, my husband, and traveling. I felt horrible that I had to cross off God and my husband off of my list. Plus, they were the first things that were crossed off which, added even more sadness. However

Sabrina Benaim’s spoken word piece “Explaining My Depression to My Mother” is emotionally overwhelming. Crammed with many impactful metaphors, the poem captures feelings of darkness and loneliness that accompany mental illness. Her hysterical tone barely allows time for breath, stressing to the audience the panic that comes with being trapped inside your own mind. The piece is performed in front of a live audience in Oakland (CA), as part of the 2014 National Poetry Slam semi-finals. The purpose